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rainbowfic2013-06-30 03:55 am
leia_solo) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-30 03:55 am
Dove Grey 3 + Canvas: Forever and Always
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Forever and Always
Timeline: 533 AW-ish
Colors: Dove Grey 3: To live in hearts we leave behind / Is not to die.
Supplies and Styles: Canvas (600 years before current time)
Word Count: 115
Summary: The Queen was still in mourning ten years later, but one could hardly blame her.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Despite its short length I wrote this over two days. Horacia was the wife of Stefan (the Conqueror) and they had one child who is now king.
“She’s made the grandest court in Adeodata into a crypt,” the man said to his companion.
The woman nodded. She remembered when the court was alive. Though the great king Stefan had often been gone on his campaigns, the regent Biordo had thrown many parties.
“I suppose you can’t blame her,” the woman said. “One does not forget someone like Stefan.”
She turned to watch Queen Horacia. She was holding the little king’s hand. The boy was the splitting image of his father, but he had a mass of auburn curls like his mother.
“She can’t mourn for forever,” her companion grumbled.
The woman nodded. “She cannot. But I cannot blame her if she does.”
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Forever and Always
Timeline: 533 AW-ish
Colors: Dove Grey 3: To live in hearts we leave behind / Is not to die.
Supplies and Styles: Canvas (600 years before current time)
Word Count: 115
Summary: The Queen was still in mourning ten years later, but one could hardly blame her.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Despite its short length I wrote this over two days. Horacia was the wife of Stefan (the Conqueror) and they had one child who is now king.
“She’s made the grandest court in Adeodata into a crypt,” the man said to his companion.
The woman nodded. She remembered when the court was alive. Though the great king Stefan had often been gone on his campaigns, the regent Biordo had thrown many parties.
“I suppose you can’t blame her,” the woman said. “One does not forget someone like Stefan.”
She turned to watch Queen Horacia. She was holding the little king’s hand. The boy was the splitting image of his father, but he had a mass of auburn curls like his mother.
“She can’t mourn for forever,” her companion grumbled.
The woman nodded. “She cannot. But I cannot blame her if she does.”
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